Page 37 of Scared Love

Man, that hurt like a fucking bitch.

I gasp for air and cough, “Boss, I swear! If I sell you out,

I’ll be selling myself out too! What good would that do

me?” Ian pulls out a knife and holds it to my throat, “If I

find out that you’re lying to me, I will hang you from the

hooks and cut you so slowly that you feel every ounce of

pain. Until I drain all the blood out of you.” Ian doesn’t understand I love being in control of these

girls. I can have any piece of ass anytime I want. I love

hearing them scream and feeling them squirm beneath me.

It makes me feel so alive. Hell, even though he’s beating

the shit out of me, it makes my dick hard thinking about

what I would do with those girls. Shoving my dick down

their throat is my favorite thing to do.

“Boss! Please! I’m begging you!” I scream out as I

continue to get blows to my face.

My eyes are almost swollen shut with blood flowing from

my nose. I try to slow my breathing, to try and catch my

breath.

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Ian starts unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off to wipe the

blood from his face.

“Alright, if it isn’t you then you have 30 days to find out

who the leak is. I shouldn’t even give your ass thirty days.

But I guess I give you a chance to prove yourself to me.

And if you don’t I will gut you! Do you understand?”

“Yes…sir. I understand,” I say in wheezing paints.

“We have lost everything now! Most of my men are dead

and now we owe all ten girls! They took them! Our buyers

paid us a lot of money and they expect us to deliver!” Ian

screams. “Joseph, I swear to God if I find out that you sold me out, I promise gutting you will sound like an easy

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